So Much Drama Lyrics

So Much Drama lyrics

featuring Nik Nack

Verse 1 *(Nik Nack)*

Nik Nack is in the house
for the four
my niggaz locked up left a kilo.... it's good as
sold
stole
gumbo pot creamery
rise to the top
my limo even slide
through on the late night for that high
I wanna zoom zoom bumpin Luni
Tunes
candy paint K 5
bitches I stay high
playa hate
callin me a
balla shot calla
cuz I'm slangin all the major weight
blam!!
close the
door to my residence,
po-po start searchin low, but found no
evidence,
they tryin to wash me an our county like Downy,
quick to pick a
nigga Nack up like Downty,
don't clown me,
bitch!!
dike hoes wanna lick
my clit,
but end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick,
down fo my
shit,
tricks wanna get em up wit me,
because they heard their baby-daddy
fucked wit me,
but I'm out on you hoes,
wit the 10 g belt,
the only
thing I'm concentratin on is checkin my mail,
what the hell??!! what the
fuck??!!
do you mean,
your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all
my ice cream,
oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop,
let
yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped,
by everybody on the
turf,
oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines
on
the first.

*(chorus)* x2

It's so much drama in the
streets,
an I can't tell you why the funk be deep!
Do you really know
where ya going to,
an do you like the things that life is showin
you??

Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

Fuck around an trust yo
underfolks,
like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit,
post, you come back
an yo whole bundle gone,
or this, niggaz add dirt to the list,
getaway
clean,
but one wanna keep everything,
he gots to cook it, cuz we need the
good shit to post,
tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot
broke,
but here goes 5 g's an dubbs,
you can probably catch mo cuz I chop
slugs,
blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game wit no shame,
even though
we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine,
I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin
cool,
(Why meee!!)
cuz that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo,
too much
drama in the streets of the Oak,
niggaz will tell you what they want you to
hear,
not what you should know,
instead of sellin mo cream,
niggaz is
sellin mo dreams,
lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends,
now
this is sumpthin that I don't understand,
why the FUCK would that nigga
Master P call himself the Ice Cream Man,
BITCH!! Don't you hear the
muzik??
That's jankie as fuck,
he musta been off the fluid,
niggaz
steadily tryin to take shit from the next man,
don't playa hate, juss give a
pound an let the best stand,
it's too much skrilla in the Land,
fo niggaz
to be hatin,
Captian Savin,
I juss don't understand.

Verse 3
*(Yukmouth)*

Cuz when I was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to
find.
But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind.
When
I wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit.
They never woulda
thought I'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip.

Check this out
here you jive ass turkeys man. Hoe's slobberin-obberin in
the O. There's
only one Mobb man, don't hop on the back of the Ice Cream
truck an get yo
ass booted off.

I can't stand punks on a man hunt,
that
destroy,
lay low, cuz my four-four,
will make yo ass glow, like Bruce Lee
woo,
(sho nuff)
since they bigga,
many figga that I can't throw,
but
they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga,
mad because I'm foldin
grip,
plus rollin thick,
still up on that late night loadin
clips,
holdin shit,
to myself,
shotgun bullets be bad fo them
health,
so save that gang-bang shit on somebody else,
where I peep
thugs,
have drugs to sell you,
don't fuck wit the L-U-N-I-Z that's what
they tell you,
peep the murder we wrote,
we roll wit C-Note an Noo-Trybe
to fools slide,
at my show because I make the whole fuckin O
hooride
slide to get the remedy,
M.D.,
twamp, twamp,
make you wanna
pump, pump on the enemy,
been havin suicidal tendecies the whole
day,
alazae will have a nigga on lock down like
O.J.,
(slang-a-gang-of-caine)
like the Cubans,
they hate when I'm
crusin,
don't fuck around an get yo life ruined fool,
so take yo last
look,
you get yo ass whooped,
Rolex took,
cuz broke niggaz make the
best crooks,
you best look over your shoulder, highrolla,
wit that cola,
cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does,
no bluers or
blunders,
we fed to head wit mo bread than Wonder,
an strapped wit a
Mac-11 an go under.

*(chorus)* 4X